Endnotes

Cabbage white
Not chalk hill blue
Never grew wings
And flew
Gods of the land and the sky
Will not cross this
Uneven path I walk alone
Come as you are
Just as it is
Not what you hoped for
But give all you can give
And with good luck
And in good time
When you need a hand
She will be by your side
Adrift on the tides
As a storm
Chases down
The wake behind me
A beat of the sun
Burns through cloud
Gives light to an autumn bloom
That somwhow grew
Sleep under stars
Walk in the woods
Swin in the seas
Make footprints on the sand
Holding her hand
Right to the nd
When the light is low
And the music fads
On the skyline
A lightning blown tree
Weathered and broken
On the water
The driftwood breaks free
On its way
Down the river
To the sea